Untitled (for now) in Lyrics

I was sick so
You kissed me on the cheek
And left me wanting
Later on in the week
Haven’t heard from you
I’m still wanting

Come from out of nowhere
Turn me upside down
And leave without a word
Was it real?
Is our historia
A phantasmagoria

I messaged you a joke
Still awaiting a reply
Perhaps I misspoke
I told my friends
I’m losing hope again
I hope I misspoke

Suddenly stick to your guns
Turn my mood around
And join in making plans
Is this real?
Is our historia
A phantasmagoria

Are you a spectre
A soul connector
Stuck ‘tween this world and the next
Is that where you hold my breath?

Bring me to the brink
Never consistently found
Only in my darkest hours
Will this seem real?
Is our historia
A phantasmagoria